These opaque walls, isolating me from attacks of youth,these collapsing roofs on my short daydreams of light,this place of solitude, reflection and doubt,this space of hues and shapes, signs and sound,all speak to me- of this invincible void.

**&**My life, like a mysterious river,streamed into those silent, deserted days,so calmly, and with a lot of pride.

My life, like a mysterious river,Streamed into those empty, gloomy rooms,so calmly and with a lot of pride.